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“Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
― Samuel Johnson, The Life of Samuel Johnson LL.D. Vol 3

London proved to me that I cannot always expect to understand places that I have not been before. From history classes in high school to theory and history classes in college I thought I was able to paint a pretty actuate portrait of what I thought London to be. I have even traveled to London as a child, and many cities around the world reassuring me that I could confidently imagine what the city would look and feel like once I inhabited it.

I could not have been more wrong.

From my very first day in London I could tell immediately that the city felt so much larger and taller than I had expected. My memories of London in the early 2000 were of a lower city, that felt more exposed to the light when walking through the streets full of cobblestone and old renaissance inspired buildings. This was the exact opposite of what was really there. The new buildings made the skyline of the city reach high into the clouds with the Chard, and stretch wide into the distance with canary warf. The old architecture was tucked into alley’s and corners, showing a glimpse of what use to be. The city was modern and sprinkled with cranes showing it wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. This was all unexpected to me even though I knew of all these buildings, but still couldn’t imagine them in site.

London also allowed me to push myself out of my comfort zone by meeting and befriending people who I wouldn’t normally be close with. I found myself with a group of friends that made the experience of studying abroad and being in London much more of a beautiful experience. I had expected to make loose friendships with people because I had to, but I met truly great people who enhance many different parts of the trip I never expected. Kendra was able to show me art in completely new ways, looking modern works through a new lens. Adrianne who is highly involved in greek life here at OSU made me realize many things about back home, and allowed me to feel like I was part of the group which was an incredible moment for me. Kayla and Megan both pushed me to look at architecture in new ways that I hadn’t imagined I would, as well as Trace, Taylor, Cori, and Rachel. They all allowed me to be a part of their experiences, CeCe and Sandy with plays and movies, all the way to city planning and gentrification ideas. All of the people on this trip that I didn’t even mention all made me view London in a new and exciting way that I ever would have by going alone. And for that I am very grateful, London surprised me in the kindest ways and I’m left with the fondest memories.

 

My day in the shoes of George Orwell

“Freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.”

Today I literally traced the great George Orwell’s steps, which led me to one of my favorite days in London this far. George Orwell was a great British novelist and (drinker) from the mid 1900’s. He wrote amazing politically driven novels such as nineteen eighty four. My walk in his footsteps today was not a planned day though, but a amazing coincidence.

My day began by taking the underground out to the famous Notting Hill.  My plan was to check out this amazing market I had heard of called Portebello St, and once I arrived I was not let down. Upon turning the corner of the tube I was greeted with wonderfully colorful vintage homes lining a brick street and thousands of people.  Moving into the market was like a whimsical dream, hundreds of shops and vendors and antiques lined this beautiful street out of a movie.  The very first colorful house I came to happened to be George Owells home.  I had no idea that he had lived at the entrance of Portebello St next to the famous Alice’s tea shop. I spent hours in the market shopping my day away thinking the whole time how George probably did the same daily.  After I had exhausted my feet and bank account I decided to head back to Bloomsbury.

Upon my return I walked to the hotel to drop off all of my prizes and rest my feet for a bit. This is when fate lead me back to George, I began to get hungry again and decided I should ask the concierge for a good place to eat. He pointed me in the direction of a street full of restaurants near the at Giles hotel. Little did I know I was right back on George’s path. I turned a corner to find an adorable mideval looking building with a pub inside. I read over the menu quickly then decided a British pie sounded like a great idea. Much to my surprise as soon as I walked inside there was a small blue plaque saying “George Orwell spent much time drinking ale here”. At this very moment I realized I had been following this man all day long.  The pub had the most incredible pie and bangers I had the entire trip and the atmosphere made me feel like I was back in time. I felt as if I could look over to the bar and see George sitting with a pint talking politics with a stranger.  I filled my stomach as much as I could and left with great joy knowing fate and let me see the city through the eyes and feel through my feet the story of an incredible man.

As I sit here now reflecting I think I will take a hint from fate and maybe read some George Orwell when I return home.  Today was simply amazing, but still a real animal farm.

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My grand English tour.

All great architects throughout history have taken grand tours of Europe. From Jefferson to Soane they have left during their studies to see the buildings and gardens that have influenced and taught them. This idea of experiencing architecture from history first hand is one of the very reasons that I came on this trip. By allowing myself to walk through and understand these buildings I believe I will be a better architect.

From St. Paul’s to Salisbury and Westminster this trip has shown me many incredible buildings from history allowing me to strengthen my foundation of classic architecture. I believe part of the grand tours architects have taken throughout history is seeing these sites back to back. By seeing them in very close time it allowed them to compare and contrast the way the buildings and sites function and exist. This is very true for my trip as well, by comparing Salisbury to Westminster and St. Paul’s in a very short week it allowed me to see what I liked and what worked in these buildings and what did not.  Salisbury was the most successful at provoking the sublime emotion and harassed context of site impeccably. Where Westminster was a site that defiantly relied on the principle more is more.  St. Paul’s cathedral was a soft building set into a beautiful intersect and carries a presence in this city that no other building has modern or historical.  Overall this grand tour of mine has been eye opening and will help me be a better architect and landscape architect in my schooling and career.  No structure is built without a foundation, and mine is being set.

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The more you see the more you know.

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The last two days have allowed me to see every inch of London I believe. My feet are sore but my mind is completely full.

Yesterday’s journey began at the point of London that marks the starting of the great fire. This is where we met our wonderful guide who loved London more than anyone could. The massive column that marks the site was incredible with beautiful carved stone stories on the base which he explained to us in detail.

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The rest of the day was a wonderful but very long (12 miles) walking tour around all of London. Some of the incredible sites we saw were the tower bridge, London tower, the “egg”, Buckingham palace, all the way to a wonderful Zaha Hadid building in Hyde park.

This morning we began at the British museum which left me in awe.  The expansive interior spaces housing the most beautiful collections of history really reminded me of the magnitude of the space I was standing inside. The juxtaposition of these artifacts from around the world here in Britian did make me feel sad though, realizing so many cultures had their history taken from them and displayed here for the British public. I wonder if it would have changed if they were just exhibitions soon returning to their respective homes. Alas this is not the case and I was still impressed.

The day ended in greenwrich which was by far my favorite part of the entire trip thus far having seen the queens house and sailors dining hall which both were what I believe was the spirit of London to me.  Lastly we had an incredible group supper at Jamie Oliver’s and rode the dlr home. I’m exhausted  fulfilled and thrilled to see where London will take me next.  Now time for bed. Goodnight all! image image image image image image

 

Day 1. “Sublime”

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My first day in London was nothing short of impressionable. The beginning of the day was quite nice and slow walking around our neighborhood, but quickly picked up pace when we arrived at St. Paul’s cathedral. This first glimpse of St. Paul’s was an incredible peak into history as we turned a corner by a small coffee kiosk and saw the double dome hovering above the city way off in the distance.  As we moved closer it was obvious that the scale of this building was sublime. Situated within a plaza reminding me much of the piazzas of Italy this ornate structure seemed to encapsulate the entire area around it. The details of the facade seemed to come to life as I moved closer seeing the faces and figures covering the walls.

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After we spent some time around the building it was time to go in. Waking into St Pauls was like walking back into history, and completely awe inspiring. Overall I was amazed as we moved through the double dome to the roof and then back down that the entire time every corner of the building had something new to offer my senses.  image image image image

St. Paul’s didn’t disappoint at all, and has been a wonderful first look into London. Oh and I forgot to mention that our fearless leaders looked pretty “fly” today as well. image

(And last but not least a peak inside the crypt)

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